All Chapters of Married by Contract, Destined by Fate: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Roseline's POV I was still blushing like an idiot when we sat back in the car. "Stop overthinking; I just brought it for you because the lady was insisting on me and I didn't want to show that I hesitated in spending money. And the thing about buying you street food is that, after this contract ends, I don't want you to remember me as a heartless monster who kept you hungry." The one who hardly says a word spoke so much in his clarification. It broke my heart knowing that it wasn't because he regretted his behavior or felt remorse for treating me poorly. I was sure that the pain was quite visible on my face so I tried to mask it with my witness. "Well, you didn't need to do any of it. And from when did you start caring about the world?" As far as I know, only cares about himself. " Well, I hope I don't get stomach pain by eating the food you brought for me. We can't have your 'kind gesture' causing any inconvenience, can we?" The words flew out of my mouth, sharper than I intended

Roseline's POV The sudden change in his demeanor sent a shiver down my spine, leaving me uncertain and fearful of what might come next. My mind raced, desperately searching for answers to the questions that flooded my thoughts. What had happened when he went there? Has he found his lost love? Will he liberate me? The air in the kitchen seemed to thicken with tension as silence enveloped us, each of us frozen in anticipation of Vincenzo's next move. His jaw clenched tightly and his palms curled into fists out of anger. Understanding the depth of the situation, Kevin left my hand immediately. I still remember the way he reacted when he found me with Kevin in the bathroom that day at the party when I went to wash my hands. He wasn't pleased by the idea of me going close to him. "Brother, there is nothing the way you are thinking." Kevin sounded a bit concerned because he knows really well the true nature of his brother. Vincenzo's eyes flicked to his brother, throwing fireballs a

Roseline's POV Placing the stuff that I brought for his care on the side table, I went to retrieve a clean cotton handkerchief, preparing it to be used as a cold compress. Dipping the cloth into the water, I gently spread it across his forehead. As the coolness of the cloth made contact with his fevered skin, his eyes flickered open. They were bloodshot, mirroring the reddened tip of his nose, and his lips, once vibrant, now appeared pale, chapped, and parted as he struggled to breathe through his congested nose. He was now inhaling through his open mouth as his airways were completely blocked. "I told you..." he began to mutter, his voice strained, and I knew he was going to stop me. "Shhh...." I shushed him before he could scold me. "Just keep your mouth shut for now." I placed my finger on his lips. He let out a sigh, as if finally giving in, and closed his eyes once more, throwing his head back on the pillow. I kept the cool cloth pressed gently against his forehead, providin

Roseline's POV Suddenly, the door burst open and I flinched at my place. Vincenzo seemed completely unfazed by the sudden intrusion. I followed his gaze and saw three doctors standing in the doorway, their expressions focused and determined. What's going around? Confusion clouded my thoughts as I tried to make sense of the situation. "I called them when you went to make soup," Vincenzo told me, reading my confusion, which was clearly visible on my face. "Ohk" And I thought that he was not worried about his health. But the current scene contradicted my assumptions. The doctors wasted no time; their movements were swift and efficient. One doctor approached Vincenzo, checking his blood pressure with professional air. Another reached for a thermometer, gently placing it against Vincenzo's forehead to take his temperature. Meanwhile, the third doctor prepared a needle to collect a blood sample. While it was true that Vincenzo had been running a high fever, the extent of their actio

Roseline's POV Blinking rapidly, I swallowed hard, closing my mouth that had been left hanging agape for what felt like an eternity. I tried to take hold of myself, as I didn't want to show how intrigued I was with him and his body. "I... I..." His eyes were so dark and penetrating my soul so deeply that once again my head became blank and nothing came out of my mouth, no matter how hard I tried. He tilted his head slightly, asking me to go forward. I mentally slapped myself to behave this way and forced my thoughts to be coherent so that I could form a good excuse. "How could you roam this way?" I asked, trying my best not to look down again and distract my head from where it shouldn't be. "This is my room and I believe it is something that gives me the most privacy and I could do anything I want to do here. I could hide my body under multiple layers of clothes or stay in my birth suit. It is completely my choice," he said, his voice laced with a hint of nonchalant confidence.